234. Poetry: Series: Couples: 3. Shake Shack, NYC
Asian Couple at The Shake Shack, Madison Square Park, New York City on a Sunday in August 2006
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photo/art Sans Souci
The line for the burgers, fries, shakes and cones
was like a snake,
winding and twisting around
people,
trash cans, and
little running children.
It thickened and thinned
as people stood in twos, threes and fours
grinding their feet in the dusty path
in anticipation of the “Best Burgers” in New York City.
It was a Sunday, and unlike during the week, the businessmen in suits were home watching the game, and
running shoes were de rigueur.
People seriously studied the menu,
handwritten and weathered, on an easel board; they walked up to it
like they were meeting royalty,
bowed to it,
as their dogs yanked at their leashes,
or, if they had no dog, there was usually a baby tossing toys from a stroller,
and invariably the babies and the dogs became acquainted.
On the line were Asian manikins. A man and a woman.
They were perfection on a Sunday,
She, a bit more formal
than necessary,
He, formally informal.
They ordered, waited, then as their number was called,
picked up the burgers, fries, and shakes, that were
stuffed into cardboard carriers,
and carefully walked over the dusty pebbles and
sat at a one of the small metal tables.
He stood tall,
his head was shaved, thick Cartiers framed his eyes,
his arms were strong from exercising;
red and green tattoos ran up and down them.
Chains hung from his neck, and another, from the belt loop of
tight jeans ending in
a clanging of keys.
His name according to his tee shirt, was Comme des Garcons 2001.
Her black hair was pulled up and off her face revealing
15 mm Mikimoto pearl earrings;
she guarded her silk pale green and turquoise patterned
shirtwaist (with lace petticoat artfully revealed at the hem)
from the ketchup; she tapped her gold jeweled
Manolo flats against the table leg.
He had his chocolate shake, she her Fiji water with the blue cap.
He examined his thick burger, she studied her fries before dipping
them in the small white paper cup filled with ketchup.
They patted their mouths, cleaned off the table.
She picked up her Kate Spade bag and they walked off on
the rocky path.
They were perfection;
they never said a word.
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lauritasita wrote on May 13, ’08, edited on May 13, ’08
I hope those burgers and fries were good ! It’s getting me hungry and it’s only 10:24 am ! Anyway, that’s a great “snap shot” of a couple.
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millimusings wrote on May 13, ’08
LOLLLL Well done I have seen couples like this even here…Sue I voted that I like to listen however its very late here and when that’s the case I usually return for a listen if and when I have time..
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starfishred wrote on May 13, ’08
cool poem but it is making me hungry it is 6:30 pm here hehe
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danceinsilence wrote on May 13, ’08
Always listen, adds to it, plus; gives the extra visuals. Outstanding take on a lunch view of two people passing in the heart of the city. The photo added to your description and just drew me in more. Kudo’s!! 8=)
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bostonsdandd wrote on May 13, ’08
I LOVE this! Perfection is had only in our images of others. We never find it in ourselves, but through this picture you have painted perfection to a “T.”
I can’t listen because I’m still on dial-up :o(. I hope to one day though LOL. Wonderful poem, My Friend! |
sanssouciblogs wrote on May 13, ’08, edited on May 13, ’08
welshdoug said
why am I getting this urge to have a genuine NYC hot-dog from a stand when I visit on the 31st? **still making notes** This is the “stand” (actually a large concession) in Madison Square Park on East 23rd Street.
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jayaramanms wrote on May 13, ’08
Yes I have heard about famous eatables of Madison Square, New York, from my daughter.she is fond of Burgers. It is great to have a poem on this. I will show your poem to here. It is a brilliant poem Sue. Thank you for sharing. see mine at – http://jayaramanms.multiply.com/journal/item/163
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philsgal7759 wrote on May 13, ’08
I can picture the scene teens and families at the drive in
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sanssouciblogs wrote on May 13, ’08
I found a pic of the stand: |
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asolotraveler wrote on May 14, ’08
what a talented observer you are! …….exquisite silence in a kind of benign neglectful state
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sanssouciblogs wrote on May 14, ’08
Comments from the parallel tour at Yahoo
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sanssouciblogs wrote on May 14, ’08
A very interesting comment, Kwika. As I was observing this couple, I wasn’t sure what to make of them. Peace? They were designer dolls, label wearers. That’s it. Silent. They didn’t smile once. I felt sorry for them, they were an out of place curiosity to me in this little city park.
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Thanks for the movie… As I read and listened, I could see it all, in detail. You capture it all with so much detail…
As for your question, I said I do. Definitely. It brings me closer to exactly how you experienced it. Poetry is like a painting created with words. However, sound is important. Intonation. It would be great to create a book that also had the recordings… or.. say a book that can be read online too, where you can add music and your own reading… PS Your accent reminds me of Woody Allen! Hahaha!!! (Very “New Yok”!)… Hugs! 🙂 |
lonewolfwithin wrote on May 14, ’08
sanssouciblogs said
They were perfection; yanno, i’ve read this, slowly, a few times… well, the first time was rather quickly,but the lines quoted above required that i read it again, and again… i guess what comes to mind is the phrase “love means never having to say i’m sorry…” so is our definition of the “perfect?” couple… and i guess… felt… that these two lines contradicted each other, though separately, matched well with the description of the couple above… together indicated something hidden… so much more… i wish i had time to write more as this probably makes no sense! lol! i don’t know if it was meant to be, but this was a very thought invoking piece, or maybe i’m putting way too much into it? anyway, thanks for the “perception”! ^. .^
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sanssouciblogs wrote on May 15, ’08
Thanks dear lone, “perfection” is purely sarcastic–there’s no such thing. There is always so much more beneath silence. |
tulipsinspring wrote on May 20, ’08
I don’t know how I missed this before, I’m so sorry!
I’m writing my comments without reading the other comments, because I don’t want to be influenced. What a very sad, cold couple. 🙁 They seem to have so much, but so little at the same time. To eat a whole meal without the companionship of even small talk — it seems so sad. Although I DO love Manolos. 🙂 It’s such a contrast, though, with the laid-back, almost festival feel around them, and a sort of chaos, with babies throwing out toys and meeting dogs … and they seem so controlled, so flawlessly dressed. I wonder what made them stop there to eat? It seems out of character for them, and they don’t seem to fit in. Once again, brilliant observations my friend. I actually can feel the place, and the frostiness from the couple! Oh, and I love when you include recordings. They are your words, and what better way to hear them than in your voice? Now I’m off to read the comments. Thanks for another brilliant poem and presentation! Oddly, I have a craving for French fries now! 🙂 |
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